never fall for brown eyes // Pedri

chapter 64

After what must have been an hour we're just laying in bed, Pedri's head on my chest and my fingers brushing his unruly hair as he just rests. We're comfortable in the silence, both lost in our own thoughts.

Eventually Pedri pushes himself up and just lays next to me until pulling me into his embrace. He wraps both of his arms around me and I lay my head on his chest.

"Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you never decided to play football?" I break the silence and turn my head to look at him. I love asking random questions about his life and trying to get to know him deeper based on his answers. It might sound silly, but usually answers to silly questions reveal a lot about the other person.

"Sometimes, but I have no idea what I'd be doing if I wasn't playing football. It's always been there for me, a constant drive to play better and to be better. I think I'd be pretty lost without it," he admits and gives me a sad smile. His passion for the sport is something I admire a lot about him. I never had that kind of passion towards any sport that I tried. But rather travelling and getting to know different cultures give me the drive to be better and more open. To reach for my dreams and goals.

"Maybe you'd be a chef like your brother?" I smile at the mental image of Pedri cooking with a chef's white hat on. I don't even know if he can cook, but I bet he's a sight in the kitchen. His strong arms cutting vegetables, hair pushed back and a concentrating look on his face.

"You might actually be right. I'd probably help with my parent's restaurant or something," He shrugs and smiles a bit.

"I love how much you care for your family, have I ever mentioned that? Not a lot of people are so thoughtful that they'd put their family first," I smile at him and give him a quick peck on the lips. Pedri's look turns from sweet into a weird one as he clearly thinks about something I said.

"How did you know Fer is a chef?" He suddenly asks me. "I never mentioned that he was a chef... Did you stalk me online?" He continues with a grin on his face.

"I- No, I umm..." I stutter, trying to think what to say. My face must be bright red from embarrassment, because it's true, I did stalk him. But that was at the beginning of the World Cup when I saw him for the first time. So it doesn't really count, right?

"Dios mio, you did stalk me! Chiqui, if you wanted to see shirtless pictures of me all sweaty from a match, you could have just asked. No need to get all flustered now, I think it's cute. You're my own little stalker," He giggles like a little child who just figured the answer to a riddle.

"Ay basta, porfa!" I whine and lightly slap him in the face with a pillow that I grab from the bed. This just makes Pedri laugh even harder and he throws the pillow aside to grab a hold of me.

He holds me by my waist and turns me around so that we're cuddling. I laugh as I try to wiggle away but his hands stay firmly around my waist. Pedri starts showering my neck with whisper-like kisses.

It's moments like these that make me realise how much I actually care for the brown eyed boy next to me. Moments where we're alone, talking about normal stuff and just spending time with each other. I love our chemistry and burning tension, but this sweet and innocent side of our relationship is the one that makes me feel things that are hard to explain. Things that I probably shouldn't feel given the circumstances we're in. He's a famous football player who girls all over the world are drooling over and who doesn't want to put a label on things because of his lifestyle and promising future. And I'm just a hopeless romantic, who keeps wishing for the slim chance that I'm enough for him.

"I don't think I ever want to leave this bed," Pedri murmurs and snaps me out of my thoughts, his voice coming out hoarse.

I turn slightly around and give him a small smile. "As much as I'd love to stay here, we have to shower," I tell him and brush a few sweat drops from his forehead. We only have about an hour before he has to leave again and we are both in a desperate need of a shower.

Pedri just smiles at me sweetly and gives my nose a little kiss. "Yeah, let's go," he says and gets up from the bed. He drags me with him to the shower and we help each other wash up. A few passionate kisses here and there and our hands wandering on each other's bodies make the shower a bit longer than necessary.

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When we're out of the steaming shower I turn towards the bathroom mirror to dry my hair. Pedri wraps his arms around me from behind and settles his face to the crook of my neck. I stretch my neck to dry the other side of my head and Pedri's eyes become glued to the left side of my neck.

"I'm sorry if I was a bit rough, I got lost in the moment," He looks at the love bites, that are turning into a dark shade of red, on my neck before moving his sight to my face.

"It's okay don't worry, nothing a good concealer won't fix," I brush it off and give him a small smile. The only one who will notice the marks, besides Pedri, will be Evelynn. I learned to cover up love bites, but mostly bruises when I was still together with my ex. Mason would have killed him if he saw the bruises that marred my skin during the end of our relationship. So covering the love bites that Pedri leaves on my skin should be easy enough.

But me and Pedri, we're careful. Careful when it comes to anything. We make sure that no one, including paparazzi and my brother or his team, is around when we're together and we don't leave any marks on each other's bodies, at least any that can't be covered. We try not to draw any attention to ourselves when we're in public, which we rarely are, since we're always meeting in places where no one is around us. Usually it's his or my room, but we've never left the hotel together, only that one time we were with Gavi and Evelynn.

We're being careful and it can sometimes be frustrating. It makes me feel like I'm a dirty secret that he doesn't want to let out. But then again, I'm also hiding him and whatever this is from my brother. So I guess he's my dirty secret as well. But that doesn't mean that I'd want to keep it that way. During my sleepless nights I've wondered if he actually has a girl at home or if he has his eye on somebody else back in Barcelona. That would explain the ghosting and the hiding. Maybe I'm just his way to blow off some steam.

Pedri pulls me out of my thoughts by taking the blow dryer from my hands and putting it down on the counter. I feel the side of my head and neck burning, so I must have been lost in my thoughts for a good while.

"What's got you so worked up? Is everything okay?" He asks me and I swear the look on his face indicates that he actually cares about me. I push my thoughts, that are gathering like storm clouds, away into the back of my mind and give him a smile that says that everything is fine. It's useless to worry about things that haven't happened yet and that I don't really need to think about. But now looking back to that moment, I wish I'd said something.